Written  in  the  Unspoken

August 11-17, 2019

I opened the page to an Astrology post I check and this is what I read

Thursday can produce a breakthrough, break-free, or trigger-it day. Mars/Uranus can dish up the unexpected. There is more on brew than is obvious. Keep on watch; don’t ignore an impression or a gut feeling. Your inner radar is likely to be picking up signals. Sunday’s Sun/Pluto can provide a clue or a preview of Tuesday’s lunar-eclipse agenda. The pressure is on. Accompanied by Venus/Saturn in opposition, the lunar eclipse in Capricorn (2:38 p.m. PDT) transforms the reality in some substantial and no-turning-back way. The eclipse exposes what has already been on brew but that has not yet been brought into the full light of day. Taking the reality as far as it can go in its present state, Sunday through Wednesday marks a time line, deadline, or finish line of significance. Endings and beginnings are intertwined. Once an objective or goal post, halt or stop has been reached, the stars immediately head on to a next phase or chapter. A potential solidifies and proves its worth. The eclipse can be formidable in terms of tearing down that which inhibits necessary change. What is meant to end, will. What is meant to overtake and succeed will continue to gain steam. What is swept away makes room for opportunity. Thursday, Venus/Neptune holds good promise. You may feel the threshold-crossing/no-turning-back-now effect of Thursday’s Mars/Uranus transit trigger more dramatically than next Tuesday’s lunar eclipse. Even so, Sunday through next Wednesday shapes the new reality in some undeniable way.

and  a  new  poem  arrived  from

Don  Hynes

Carried  on  the Wind

Deep in the heart of the lonely earth

a yearning for the star folk,

man and woman they are

gone missing from the silent planet.

It’s an old, sad story

written in ancient books

but mostly forgotten

in this last age of maya -

fake news, fake food,

fake love, fake identity.

Trees continue their root to stone,

hummingbirds their journey

and across the sea

a soft wind dapples the surface

awakening those of the deep.

She doesn’t threaten,

only waits, yet desire

shakes her body,

the voice of her loneliness

carried on the wind.

There are maps to the far shore

but they’re of no use,

the coordinates all changed

by the epochs of time.

There is a guide though,

written in the unspoken

by a singular flame,

leading like a beacon

on a wave tossed sea.

We know who we are

and there still is time 

to strip off these rags

and let our inner light

shine like the distant stars.

She’ll be so happy to see us

riding toward her

in colors proud and true.

donhynes.com/blog